Don’t Want a Divorce (22)
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On a plain as white as pearls, there is a dense grove of peach blossoms. A fisherman walks from the plain into the grove and suddenly encounters a small stream’s mouth. There is a trickle of water flowing gently from it. At first, the flow is not much, like a spring breeze brushing over frozen soil, melting the coldness and frost within, making it increasingly moist. Only then does the clear spring water begin to emerge, first in one or two drops, then gradually increasing in volume.
The stream flows out from the center of the peach grove, with peach blossoms blooming profusely along the forest path. Everywhere you look, there is a delightful tender pink. The fisherman poles his way upstream, arriving at the source of the stream. He raises his pole and prods at the source’s mouth. The bamboo pole stirs the water, and in an instant, the previously clear source becomes as turbid as a breached dam, and inevitably, the stream gradually turns into a river.
……
In the crew’s hotel.
Xu Jiao is embraced from behind by Feng Qingyu, clearly seeing in the mirror her own face full of springtime charm, flushed like the begonia of spring, layer upon layer spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears and neck… slowly extending onward.
Even the tips of her jade-white toes have changed color.
And the person standing behind her bore a gentle expression, with hands hooked around her knees. Only the light in their eyes remained deep and imperceptible, filled with thoughts too intense to be shouted in the daylight, ultimately clustering together in the darkness.
The skirt, which had already been altered to reach her knees, now became an accomplice, easily lifted by Feng Qingyu. The thin veil obscured her movements, revealing only the beautiful lines of her wrist and forearm, with the rest hidden behind the faintly visible layers of light gauze.
She turned her head slightly and closed her eyes, tears gradually seeping from the corners, making the peach-colored tips of her eyes appear even more vivid.
Biting her lower lip tightly, Xu Jiao was unwilling to see herself blossoming so enchantingly in Feng Qingyu’s hands in the mirror. Even her toes curled up tightly, but Feng Qingyu refused to comply with her wishes—
Lightly biting Xu Jiao’s earlobe, Feng Qingyu’s voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, sounded slightly cheerful: “Baby, open your eyes, see, I told you that you look very beautiful like this…”
Xu Jiao’s breathing suddenly became heavier, but she refused to listen to Feng Qingyu’s words, unwilling to comply with her wishes, and even forced out a sentence through clenched teeth:
“Don’t call me that.”
Feng Qingyu was not annoyed. She just gave her a gentle smile, though her actions were quite the opposite—
……
At the end of the forest, there was a mountain. The mountain had a small opening, which the fisherman had previously probed with his bamboo pole. Now, as he approached again, the mountain’s entrance seemed to emit light. The fisherman entered the opening, which was initially very narrow, barely allowing him to pass. He had to repeatedly go in and out before it suddenly opened up.
The ground within was not flat; there were undulating hills and overlapping peaks, like a maze that could easily mislead someone. It resembled the intricate patterns of the Eight Trigrams, requiring one to find the core to safely enter and exit.
As the fisherman approached the core of the formation, the mountainous waves began to tremble simultaneously, putting him in a difficult position where he could neither advance nor retreat.
……
At some point, a thin mist-like trace had covered the clean mirror. It was Xu Jiao’s scorching breath. Feng Qingyu had carried her from the full-length mirror in the living room to the bathroom. Unconsciously, she raised her hand to support herself on the mirror, feeling that this torment and surge of emotions were as endless as everlasting daylight, with no end in sight.
She was drenched in sweat, and even her breathing was so chaotic that it seemed like she was about to cry. Unable to bear it any longer, she uttered from her throat:
“Enough…”
Just this simple word was full of trembling, as if her voice had to go through countless twists and turns before finally being uttered.
But sometimes, defending oneself is such a strange thing. Once the thought of surrender arises, even if it’s as light as a sprouting seed, what follows is a complete collapse, leaving no room for any further resistance.
She sobbed, not knowing whether it was out of pain or joy, continuously making sounds as if urging:
“Enough, enough…”
Enough.
No more.
Feng Qingyu heard her voice and saw that the mirror above the sink had become misty from Xu Jiao’s sweaty palms and breath. She then casually pressed the “anti-fog mode” button with her damp fingertips.
Instantly, the mirror became clear again, piercing through the previously ambiguous and hazy intimacies under the bright, white bathroom light.
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Feng Qingyu’s response was just as clear. She curved her lips into a smile and kissed Xu Jiao’s hair, smelling the chaotic, disorderly freesia pheromones, which seemed to have collapsed just like their owner. Her mood inexplicably improved:
“Where do you think you’re going, Jiaojiao?”
She said, “We haven’t even reached half the time we did last time.”
Hearing the terrifying implication in her words, Xu Jiao’s hair stood on end. The last time was during her Omega heat period, when her body and instincts craved Alpha pheromones for comfort, but this time was different.
Now it was just an ordinary time. If Feng Qingyu decided to fully indulge herself, with the stamina and endurance of an Alpha, Xu Jiao would likely have to pay a painful price to cope.
Her fingers curled slightly, and she struggled to respond rationally: “Tomorrow… I have a performance.”
Feng Qingyu’s kisses traveled from her hair to the nape of her neck. Her tone remained gentle and soft, but it was precisely this facade that was so deceptive, like a cunning hunter luring prey into a trap.
“Your performance is in the afternoon tomorrow. We came back this early, so there’s plenty of time until tomorrow morning. You’ll get to rest, be good.”
Xu Jiao: “…!”
She pushed Feng Qingyu away with the back of her hand, regretting having indulged her earlier. Taking several deep breaths to calm down, she said, “No… we can’t…”
Someone who had always been obedient and restrained finally decided to indulge once, how could she let her stop halfway?
Feng Qingyu allowed herself to be pushed, feeling Xu Jiao’s burning palm on her shoulder repeatedly applying and releasing pressure due to her actions. Her gaze drifted toward the cabinet under the sink.
Before long, Xu Jiao heard the person behind her ask with a cheerful tone, “Jiaojiao, it seems like there’s something here I mentioned to you before…”
After all, it was a high-end hotel.
In these inconspicuous little corners, there are always some essential items provided, such as Omega suppressants, or things that an Omega might need during their heat period.
Both interesting and practical.
At first, Xu Jiao vaguely remembered, and then she broke out in another layer of sweat, only this time it was cold sweat.
Her eyes widened, and just as the thought of escaping arose, her wrist was suddenly restrained. It turned out Feng Qingyu had taken the soft white belt from the bathrobe hanging on the nearby rack and tied her to the metal stand that held the toothbrushes.
……
The hotel’s romantic ambiance did not reach the outside world at all.
Since hearing about the malicious injury incident at Xu Jiao and Feng Qingyu’s event, Lina and the rest of the team have been tirelessly dealing with the aftermath. First, they issued a statement on the company’s official website, assuring fans that both Xu Jiao and Feng Qingyu were safe and unharmed, while also sternly condemning such actions.
Once the statement was released, fans flocked in, expressing their distress for their idols and urging the company to quickly provide the investigation results of the incident.
Fans wanted to know whether it was the act of an overzealous fan or if there was a larger conspiracy behind it, so they could direct their anger appropriately.
The incident garnered widespread attention from various sectors of society.
After all, it hadn’t been long since the trampling incident at Feng Qingyu’s last event. Everyone wanted to know why this celebrity was so unlucky, encountering disturbances at every event. This time, it first involved an Omega fan in heat running out to chase their idol, and then someone in a public place wielding a weapon and injuring people…
Each incident triggered explosive discussions.
Lina was extremely busy, assigning people to keep watch at the police station around the clock. As soon as there was any news, they would immediately inform her. She quickly notified the PR team to issue another announcement, updating the fans on the situation.
According to the investigation, the Omega pheromones at the scene did not come from a person, but from a specialized Omega pheromone inducer. Such items are classified as contraband, and the police are swiftly tracing the source.
Fans: “????”
The melon-eating crowd: “!!!!”
“Oh my god, I just retweeted the post about rational fandom from YH, and now you’re telling me it wasn’t an Omega fan in heat running out, but someone deliberately causing chaos with an inducer? The thought of it is terrifying!”
“Who did our Sister Yu offend? She’s just an ordinary celebrity. The more I think about it, the scarier it gets.”
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“Since this incident is so complex, could the trampling incident last time also be…? The more I think, the less I can sleep. I need to rewatch the Empress p to soothe my fragile heart.”
“Sunny days for Feng Jiao! Seven emotions and six desires! I need you all to be safe and well!”
“Hurry up and find the culprit. Otherwise, I can’t even imagine how our sister Yu and Sajiao will go out in the future.”
“Off-topic, has ‘Sajiao’ turned from a derogatory nickname for Xu Jiao into a term of endearment? Lol.”
……
The entire team was staying up all night to follow the news.
Fortunately, Lina had noted down the Weibo account details and passwords for Xu Jiao and Feng Qingyu. So even though she couldn’t get through to either of them by phone, she still quickly imitated their tones and posted safe updates on Weibo, calming the restless fans.
The phone’s ringtone was continuously singing in the room.
Xu Jiao’s breath was trembling, her throat moved, and she raised her hand to grab the source of the sound. At that critical moment, a hand reached over from behind, bringing the phone in front of her, with fingertips even resting on the green answer button.
Feng Qingyu smiled and asked her, “Are you going to answer?”
Though she asked the question, she made a move to press the screen, causing Xu Jiao to instinctively snatch the phone away, forcefully hitting the power button until the screen went black, at which point she finally sighed in relief.
Feng Qingyu noticed that she had relaxed and smiled even more deeply. The blanket covering the two of them shifted slightly, and Xu Jiao immediately tossed the phone aside, turning to grab her wrist, tears glistening in her eyes as she shook her head gently:
“No, you can’t…”
She said, “Really… you can’t…”
Now that she was not in heat, how could she so easily open herself up? Feng Qingyu was simply being unreasonable!
Even with the support of the hotel amenities, Feng Qingyu could never easily mark deep within her body. Moreover, Xu Jiao had already anticipated that even the mere touch of the gland location that could be temporarily marked made her so sensitive; if it went deeper…
The emotions and sensory stimulation that would arise would definitely drive her insane.
She was prepared to use herself as bait to draw out Feng Qingyu’s true self, rather than allowing herself to be enchanted by her. No matter what, being permanently marked, getting pregnant, and so on, were things she absolutely refused to accept.
Feng Qingyu pulled her wrist away, not allowing Xu Jiao to hold on any longer, acting solely on her own will. Xu Jiao was left with no choice but to call out softly, “It hurts…”
She bit her lower lip, nearly chewing her lips into pieces like rose petals shattered by a heavy rain, revealing a kind of overripe state, almost falling apart yet barely maintaining the shape of petals.
Taking a deep breath, she said again, “Spare me… let’s try again next time… okay?”
Feng Qingyu looked at her, seeing the pleading in her gaze, and couldn’t help but lift her hand to cup Xu Jiao’s chin, giving her a deep kiss. It wasn’t until Xu Jiao gradually struggled to breathe that she stopped at the corner of her lips and demanded:
“Say something nice, and I’ll let you off this time.”
Xu Jiao, with a somewhat dazed expression, asked, “What…?”
Feng Qingyu let out a soft sigh and asked her, “Will you do something this dangerous again next time?”
Xu Jiao instinctively shook her head.
Feng Qingyu then touched the gland at the back of her neck, brushing over it back and forth, and gently said, “Can I call you baby?”
Xu Jiao continued to shake her head.
Feng Qingyu narrowed her eyes: “…Hmm?”
Xu Jiao changed to nodding.
Seeing her repeat this back and forth, Feng Qingyu realized that she wasn’t being very sincere and smiled happily: “Jiaojiao, have I ever told you how much I like you like this? The more you try to stay calm and rational, the more captivating you become when you finally break down.”
……
As the sky gradually darkened, amidst the long, inky night, there finally appeared a hint of the white fish belly.
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Xu Jiao had completely lost her ability to think, calling out whatever terms of endearment like “baby” or “wife” that Feng Qingyu wanted to hear. Even so, she was exhausted to the point of collapse before she was allowed to fall asleep.
When she woke up again and moved her fingertips, she heard Feng Qingyu, who was in a good mood, speak to her:
“Do you want to make a movie?”
“Eh?” Xu Jiao blinked, hearing the dryness and hoarseness in her throat.
Feng Qingyu helped her up, handed her a glass of water, and then passed her the brand new A4 script she had just received, cheerfully saying, “This is one of the scripts that Sister Lina recently got for you. I took a look at it for you; this one is quite interesting. Do you want to take a look?”
Xu Jiao wanted to reach out to take it, but after moving her fingertips, she realized her arm was a bit sore. Fortunately, the red marks on her wrist had already faded, and her wrist felt cool… it must be because Feng Qingyu had specially applied some medicine for her.
Before she could raise her hand, Feng Qingyu had already brought the script in front of her, letting Xu Jiao see the three large characters on it:
《Qingyu An》1
She lifted her chin, and Feng Qingyu opened the first page. Xu Jiao was surprised to find that it was indeed the most famous poem she remembered, Xin Qiji’s 《Qingyu An: Yuanxi》.
This didn’t seem to be the script she had mentioned in 《Starlight》.
Xu Jiao felt a bit curious and looked at the content on the first page:
“On the night of the east wind, flowers bloom like a thousand trees. The wind blows down, and stars fall like rain. Fine horses and carved carriages fill the fragrant road. The sound of the phoenix flute stirs, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragons dance all night. Moths and snow willows with golden threads. Laughter and talk fill the air, carrying a subtle fragrance away. In the crowd, I searched for him a thousand times. Suddenly turning back, that person is there, among the dim lights.”
Footnotes
- Qingyu An (青玉案): This is a reference to a famous poem by Xin Qiji, known for its romantic and nostalgic themes.
